"Look, my food is here!" Jim drooled as he watched a waiter walking over with two half-meter-long ribs hanging on two hooks, golden in color and dripping with hot butter. The secretion became more intense, "I can't wait any longer. Damn it, can't you go faster?"
The guy looked like he was only seventeen or eighteen years old, still childlike, with a circle of dark fluff on his lips. He carefully carried two beef ribs and walked over slowly, with his other hand still on the ribs. Holding on to the side. When he put the beef ribs on the plate in front of Jim, he pointed them straight towards him. This made Jim very unhappy, because he couldn't see more meat like this, so he raised the ribs. The short hand circled, "Are you new here? Turn around and stand in front of me!"
With a shy and guilty look on his face, the little boy immediately walked around from directly opposite Jim to his side. The bodyguard guarding the side gave in. He knew that the only thing he could do at this time was to let Jim have a good meal.
Everyone has their own temper. Jim is very talkative most of the time, and there is no trace of the ferocity behind the cruel nickname of "Meat Mincer". You can even make a slightly excessive joke with him. Even if he is the one being joked about, he will laugh and curse a few words, but he will never be angry.
The only time you can't mess with him is when you're eating.
Wood once said that Jim is like a food-protecting dog. When you interfere with his eating, he will show his fangs, so even Wood will not disturb Jim excessively while he is eating. Make him unable to eat.
The bodyguard stepped aside, and the boy walked up to Jim and placed two beef ribs in front of him. The smile on Jim's face was as bright as a flower blooming in summer, and he even laughed out loud. He didn't eat in a very civilized manner with a knife or anything like that. He was not a decent person in front of food, so he stretched out his hands, grabbed the bones at both ends of the ribs that were slightly shrunk by the high temperature of the beef, and bit them hard. Take a bite.
The moment his teeth cut into the beef, there was a crispy sound. There were some chopped fruit peppers on the beef and the aroma provided by some spices mixed with the butter and beef, exploding on his taste buds. He raised his head in contentment and used his taste buds to feel every change of taste. It was so delicious!
At this moment, a young man on the roadside unknowingly stood behind Jim's bodyguard. He suddenly took off the scarf on his collar, jumped up and threw it around the bodyguard's neck, and then stared at his back with his knees. Strangling tightly. At the same time as he made this move, the little boy also started to move instantly. He inserted the hook used to hook the beef ribs along Jim's chin, and hooked the other smaller hook on the chair.
Jim struggled immediately when something unexpected happened, but the hook made of steel was enough to hang up a piece of flesh weighing hundreds of kilograms. After piercing his jaw, the other end was tightly buckled on the back of the chair. He couldn't even open his mouth to speak, and his tongue was also pierced. Apart from making meaningless whining sounds, he could only wave his arms randomly and struggle hard.
Only then did he realize the importance of losing weight.
The boy turned around and stood behind Jim. He ignored Jim's widened eyes and looked at him fiercely. He reached out and picked up the unused table knife on the table, pointed it at Jim's neck and stabbed it in. The blood spurted out in an instant, and the hot blood steamed and fell on the dinner plate, bringing more flavor changes to the barbecue beef ribs.
He stabbed Jim several times, and finally stabbed Jim in the chest. After being stabbed several times in a row, Jim's struggle suddenly increased in strength for a moment, and finally slowly weakened. The guy pulled out the knife, turned around, and stabbed Jim's bodyguard in the chest. After two stabs, he quickly left with the other boy. It was only then that some people came back to their senses from the huge change and screamed.
The entire murder process from the outbreak to the end took ten seconds at most, so fast that many people didn't know what happened, and the two guys ran away.
At this time, the boss, who was instructing his son to grill beef ribs in the back hall, ran out wearing an apron. When he saw Jim's hands hanging down at his sides, his vision went dark and his legs were weak and he fell to his knees.
It's over, Jim died here, Wood will definitely take revenge!
The boss is a person from that era, and he knows that these people are far from as glamorous as they appear on the surface. When he thinks of the consequences he may have to face, he seems to have lost his soul.
On another street, a group of people gathered together. These people were the informants hired by Wood and were responsible for collecting information about Du Lin. However, so far, all they knew was Du Lin's name, his appearance and age. Although the information had been repeated over and over again, Wood did not care and instead asked Gigi to share the money with them at the agreed price.
Ever since he became a gentleman and actively washed his hands of himself in order to enter the upper class society, he has lost a lot of things. Now, he regrets it so much that he needs to spend more money to buy back what he lost.
After this incident is over, he doesn't want to become a gentleman anymore. Perhaps the best thing for him is to be a thug, a villain, rather than a dressed-up beast.
"My...", a thin guy was about to reach out and take away his share of the money from Jiji's hand, but Jiji's hand shrank, making him scream in surprise.
These guys who have been wandering the streets for a long time are actually very cheap. You can buy some information from them for only five yuan. Wood offered a higher price, ten dollars a message, and didn't mind spam, which made all the homeless people and these street hustlers go crazy. Looking at the stack of at least fifty yuan in Jiji's hand, the few muscles on this thin guy's face jumped and his eyes became dangerous.
Jiji didn't have the slightest fear of these people. Even if they were all together, they wouldn't dare to attack him. Everyone knows that Gigi is Wood's bodyguard, and touching Gigi is tantamount to challenging Wood.
Ignoring the threat in his eyes, Jiji looked at him, "It's okay to want money, but if this kind of rubbish comes next time, don't expect to take even a penny from me. Do you understand?"
The thin guy was stunned for a moment, and the fierce look on his face immediately faded away, and he put on a flattering expression. He nodded and bowed and said: "I understand, I understand, next time it will definitely be useful information, otherwise there will be no charge!"
Only then did Gigi reach out his hand and spread it out with satisfaction. The thin guy immediately took the money from his hand, walked outside the crowd, counted it twice, and stuffed it into his pocket with satisfaction.
The crowd gradually dispersed. These people would work harder to collect information for money. Just when Jiji was about to leave, a young man wearing a windbreaker and a peaked cap came over. He took a second look, because this young man was very handsome and sunny.
Regardless of any era or background culture, face culture has always been the mainstream, overtly or covertly, and has never changed.
The handsome young man walked over, with a smile that was as endearing as the spring breeze on his face. Gigi originally planned to leave, but she stopped because of the young man's smile towards her.
The young man walked up to him, smiled and nodded, "Is it Mr. Jiji?"
He was a man of few words and could only nod and shake his head most of the time. He unexpectedly said, "Yes, I'm Jiji. What's the matter?"
The young man nodded vigorously, "Mr. Dulin asked me to say hello to you!"
The next second, Gigi's horrified eyes reflected the pistol that the young man took out from his pocket. He had already turned around and fled, but no matter how fast he moved, how could he be faster than the bullets of the pistol
A violent stream of air spurted out from the barrel of the pistol with a trace of mist, and a slender black dot flew over slowly. Jiji could even clearly see the bullet spinning continuously in the air.
With a pop, a large cloud of blood mist exploded next to Jiji's head, and her short but extremely strong body collapsed. The young man walked up to Jiji and shot him in the head a few more times until his whole head was beaten to pieces. Then he put the pistol in his arms and left quickly.
Jiji, who was lying lifeless on the ground and still twitching, couldn't die anymore. The homeless people and street prodigals who had left some distance seemed to be stunned for a short moment, then rushed back and crawled on Jiji's side. body, rummaging for bills from his pockets.
As for what happened just now and what will happen next
who cares? !
(End of chapter)